Novel & Cerita Sodapop Curtis Drawing

It was indeed admirable beyond measure for a young man, who was not even thirty years old yet, to be able to develop to this scale in that kind of world where there was constant intensive fighting on the battlefield. So, Cadfan took the initiative to lift his wine glass as he spoke from the bottom of his heart, “Porter, I have never admired anyone in my whole life. Curtis Wade from the Wade family was the first person that I’ve ever admired, and you are the second. Here, let me give you a toast!” When Porter heard the words ‘Curtis Wade’, he had a slightly cold expression on his face as he looked at Cadfan and asked seriously, “Grandpa Schulz, was Curtis Wade really as powerful as legend has

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”

I say, coughing and wiping mouth with the back of my hand. Luke’s laughing his ass off. “It’s supposed to. Puts hair on a man’s chest." He backhands my arm. “Take it slow. You’ll get used to it.” Curtis looks at the bottle. “God, I missed this.” He tips the beer back and brings it back down. “Ah. Good stuff." Curtis is older so he was able to experience drinking before we went into hiding. Me not so much. I look around the circle of guys. Luke urges. “Go on. Little sips.” He encourages.

I was glad I was wearing this instead of a nightgown last night. Curtis’s reaction was worth it. His eyes zeroed in on my boobs, making my skin tingle even though he hadn’t laid a finger on me yet. He grabbed the piping bag and nudged me to slant backward. He swirled frosting onto both my boobs and sucked off one after another. The bastard knew how to do it alright. He had deliberately messed it up earlier. Not that I cared about that right now. My body was thrumming in pleasure. I wanted him to keep going. He would have, if we didn’t hear the crash.

If it were, Curves would never turn a damn profit. When she’d gone back to the guys, Aidan made eye contact with Curtis and indicated with his head at the booth. Curtis turned his attention to Gabi and the guys, frowned at what he saw, looked back at Aidan and nodded. That was when Aidan relaxed a bit: he knew that Curtis was going to stay close. That was the best they could do with paying customers behaving themselves – and it’d do until the guys walked out the goddamn door. Hopefully never to be seen again.

Though he didn’t want to drink water right now, since it was his daughter who had suggested he do so, he gladly accepted the drink. Curtis lifted the cup and drank it all in one go. "Can I have another cup?" Bianca's eyebrows furrowed, and everyone present looked at Curtis in a somewhat strange manner. The men who had come with Curtis particularly couldn't believe their stern and dignified leader was acting like this. It was just a request for a cup of warm water, but Curtis' tone seemed to carry a hint of helpless affection for his daughter. "It's just water. If you want it, just ask for it. What are you doing?" Bianca remarked, shooting a glance at the servant next to her.

“Thank god.” I gave Spot some water and food and carried the bowls downstairs, where Corey was already working with the team. “Hey, girl,” He said as he hugged me. “What’s up? What are y’all working on today?” He smiled, “While the rest of the guys finish stripping paint from everything, Santos and I have been talking about his bar idea. I think you will like some of the sketches.” I nodded. I told him I couldn’t wait to see what they came up with. I had a few ideas myself that I would pull them to the side when we got back.

Dante beamed and asked the man to unstrap Curtis’s hands from the plaster. Curtis grinned in a bit pain as he rolled his wrists. “So, as I told you we both know each other…and you know I hate to hear ‘No’, Curtis!” Dante folded his two arms in his front while he gazed at Curtis who seemed limping already as the man had no other choice but working for him.

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

Curtis chuckled, his laughter low and warm, filling the empty spaces in the room. “I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve seen you work magic with nothing more than salt and pepper.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the blush that crept up my cheeks. “Dalt and pepper is taking the praise too far, and I don’t know if it’s magic, but it helps. Keeps me focused.” For a moment, we stood in comfortable silence, the only sound being the gentle simmer of the oats and the clinking of my spoon against the pot. Curtis leaned on the counter, his gaze softening as he watched me.